Lust is a predominate motivator of human thought and action. Thank goodness for dark sunglasses to hide that longer than appropriate look at the guy with really nice muscles (and no shirt) you get to see out on his jog most mornings, or the guy in line ahead of you at the coffee shop, dressed in a pair of perfect fitting slacks. Now you know why guy always say “ladies first”. Sometimes the view from the back is…well, delicious.
No small thing, lust. It is why we kiss, why we touch…why we fantasize about that sweaty guy out on his morning jog suddenly stopping, pinning us against a tree and knowing just how we like to be kissed, and where. Or the man in the coffee shop dressed like the cover of a fashion magazine knowing just when to turn around, slide his gaze down our figure, look into our eyes and almost smile, letting us know he appreciates the way we look too.
Lust makes you want. Whether what you want is good for you or not, is not the point, nor does it matter. The fact is, you want. Lust has a language, an unspoken language, of it’s own. Guys are better at it, or not, depending on how you look at it than we girls are. Men can rarely hide the fact that they admire a woman’s form, or certain parts of it as the case may be, while women have a tendency to be more subtle when taking in her favorite particulars of a man’s body.
That language of mutual lust is what leads to eye contact, a smile, then repeated eye contact with broader smiles. And eventually if he’s confident enough, a conversation. Yes, lust has a language all its own. It hasn’t changed much in the last 30,000 years, but then again, neither has what we want at the end of the day, or during the day…
